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"A Day in the Life . . . "

Poems written while on my mission in the mid-70s.

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Glad

From a song, from a friend
For the Melody and Harmony
Of your soul they fill
The wide expanses of within.

Scott L. Vanatter, 11 March 1975

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Inside Looking Out

Too many times I (Deeply) wonder,
And often I decide,
Pondering and considering
The day of this Life.

Hidden revelations begin to sink in;
Things I had but didn't comprehend.

Often come they with softness
Of the spirit most sublime.

The spirit of man -- to develop;
The Holy Spirit -- to confirm.

With the knowledge
And the Path stretched forever in eternity...
You slip.

With the Majesty of a Testimony you
Ponder, Pray, and Plan.

Thanks be to God repentance is real
And the Key to the Inner Man.

Scott L. Vanatter, 12 March 1975

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Revelation

You sit and you've been wondering;
Thinking of that thing ahead.

All creation seems to sit beside you.
Crowded.

Feelings of uselessness tempt you.
And it's all relative.

Coming too subtly faith whispers
To go forth.

Some hear, others refuse.
Then still few follow.

Learn to sit still.
At the right time if you feel,
It will come and His purposes will be
Fulfilled.

Scott L. Vanatter, 11 Mar 1975
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Maggie said…
very nice that last one...you should write more
August 24, 2007
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